The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The house did not sleep; it held its breath. Inside the walls of the sprawling Victorian manor on the edge of the moor, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Elara stood before the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, her hands trembling as they hovered over the hem of her daughter’s dress. It was a garment of such delicate construction, a thing of pale blue silk and...

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